Friday, 4 January 2013

12 Days Blog Hop: FEAST

12 Days, 12 Stories, each 200-300 words. The contest theme is gifts and each day has a prompt. Today's is:

FEAST

The feast was wholesome but dull. Mounds of apples
fragranced the air, loaves too - home-baked, of course. No shop bought nonsense
for the upstanding mothers of Paloosa. No liquor either. Temperance ruled the
white picket fences.

If Dionysus hadn’t been so bored, he might have left them to
it. But it had been millennia since the
God of Wine had had a really good party.

Unlucky.

Annabeth Williams was on the door, an imposing presence to
dissuade any less desirable elements from joining the community celebration. Broad
hipped and narrow minded, she had the kind of bosom that used to adorn the
prows of ships back in the good old days, days when the gods had heroes to play
with instead of housewives. A regular
Tupperware tyrant.

But when she saw who approached she smiled.

“Gracie,” she said in the voice she reserved for girls that
would never pose a threat to her maternal supremacy. No lipstick smeared floozy, Gracie. Annabeth’s
sons were safe.

“You go right on in.” Annabeth didn’t look back over her shoulder,
as Gracie hurried past. She didn’t see
her smile change.

It took three years for the Paloosians to come to terms with
The Incident. No one could have anticipated the madness that overtook the Mother’s
Society, the wildness with which they tore apart the church hall, bare breasted
and smeared with food.

Annabeth’s absence scarred the town, but she was better
where she was, in the secure unit at the state penitentiary. A woman who ripped off her own son’s head
really had no place in Paloosa.

There is no wrong with Meg-written Dionysus story! This was hilarious! "Tupperware tyrant"! Yes, yes, yes. I'm sure there is many a suburban prisoner who would love to have "Dion" appear at their next party. Brilliant!